There she is. She's about a hundred feet tall now.
We've only had one or two days of nice weather since the beginning of winter. This has been, like, a nuclear winter or something. It's awful. We're losing our minds.
Which may explain why we're making a fish mouth while we're sticking our face through the eye hole of a giant metal fish statue at the fish hatchery.
I keep trying to remember that Shelley poem, "Ode to the West Wind": If Winter comes, can spring be far behind?
We're all skeptical, but DEAR GOD I HOPE SO.
Which may explain why we're making a fish mouth while we're sticking our face through the eye hole of a giant metal fish statue at the fish hatchery.
I keep trying to remember that Shelley poem, "Ode to the West Wind": If Winter comes, can spring be far behind?
We're all skeptical, but DEAR GOD I HOPE SO.
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